not wanting to sleep on a double mattress with you whilst camping.
All it once you realize that even your newly invented self is a sick, psychologically messed up person, it’s like a scene from Alice in wonderland even though you’ve never read the book but saw a part of the movie while waiting in line for your coffee at the local Jim White’s coffee shop.
I flatter myself, that’s an F Scott Fitzgerald thing to do. Rather than referring to a currently fashionable coffee shop I made one up. That is a brilliant idea of Fitzgerald that I first saw in “The Great Gatsby”. I don’t know why he did so, but I see that it would prevent your work, well, at least my work from becoming dated. I say “mine” because all you do is sit around criticizing everyone else’s efforts of self-expression so as to keep your own sick mind from out of the public eye!
But I realize it’s my choice of writing paper, lined loose leaf, white with those three holes on the edge along the margin. Margin is a butter substitute made from hydrogenated vegetable oil in order to compete with the dairy industry. No, wait, I’ve got that wrong, the words sound so similar but, no
Running Down Vimy 